Pregnancy: License to go bonkers.
I’m 8 months on the way and by now, I have managed to run everyone in the household crazy because of my mood swings and outbursts that seem to just unleash out of nowhere.
Okay, from me.
Well, I have often been told that I’ve always been a domineering person, a bossy type of person. As much as I would not want to admit it but yeah, I myself can sense it. While I can be the silent, forever-glued-to-my-pc-type of person, I can be other people’s nightmare when I get mad over something because when I’m mad I can’t stop talking nagging.
And this temperament heightens when I am pregnant. And I think that it’s the worst with my current pregnancy.
I pick on our househelp when they can’t do anything right. Just this evening, I fret over the chorizo that was not cooked very well, with the outside overly done and the inside meat malasado. I didn’t finish my dinner.
My kids are a lively bunch and you can hear them screaming, running, jumping all around the house. Nowadays, I find myself unable to bear such chaos and would just lock myself inside our little home-office and ignore them.
Lastly, I pick on my husband. When he leaves the house to buy something from the drugstore I ask him what time he would be back, or that he should be back soon. I also often complain that my tummy seems to be very heavy which, most of the time, is just an excuse not to go to the grocery or not to do a light errand.
But there was really this one time when I thought that I think I’ve gone overboard.
At the end of the day, it is always mine and my husband’s cost-saving practice to list down in a little notebook what we have spent on for the day, and review our expenditures. Yesterday, I was going through the list and my eyes almost popped out when I saw an entry for “Apple” for a certain amount. It was a surprise because there was no way we could spend such amount for “Apple”. Without giving it much thought I immediatelyu confronted and nagged my hubby why he spent so much amount for”Apple”, and that I didn’t even see one in the fridge, nor got to eat one. I unleashed whatever I could think of that time.
And then when the verbal storm subsided, I asked him to give me an honest and clear explanation.
He rolled his eyes, looked at me and said” Hoy mommy, yan ang suweldo ni Apple.”
It turned out it was an entry for the monthly salary of one of our househelps named Apple.
I am so lucky to have my husband. =)